He moans as if he’s pulling his own pleasure from mine, as if he can hardly take how good I taste, and it makes me feel like the most powerful, most beautiful, most loved creature in the universe.
Andthatis ultimately what Miller Banks does for me. He makes me feel like I can do anything, like I canbeanything, simply because he’s by my side. Or simply because his finger is inside me and his tongue is sucking on me, as the case may be.
I very nearly say the words.I love you.
Because I do. This is so much more than just the friendship we’ve both come to rely on. It’s what I want for my future, too.
I just don’t know how to tell him that I don’t really want this engagement to be fake anymore.
And so I don’t let the words slip out despite how close they are.
Instead, after he climbs up the bed and collapses beside me, I get onto my knees, move between his legs, and pull the button of his pants. I lower the zipper, and I reach in and pull his cock out. It’s heavy and hard as he waits patiently for me, and I don’t draw it out.
I slide my fist along his length a few times before I bend down and suck him into my mouth. His hands are immediately in my hair as he guides my head up and down his cock. I suck him in, and he holds me there in place a few beats. Just when I think I might choke on him, he lets go, and I draw in a deep breath.
Listening to the moans he’s making as I suck him back is enough to spur me on to take him all the way to the back of my throat again. I slide my fist along his shaft as I go, and I move down to take his balls into my mouth as I continue to jerk him off.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he groans as I gently suck on his balls, and I feel them tighten and draw up, the sure signal he’s about to come.
I let go of his balls so I can suck his cock as he starts to come, and the hot jets hit the back of my throat. I swallow as he fills my mouth, and as the pulsing throbs start to slow, I suck the head of his cock to clean him off, and he shudders as I let go.
“Jesus Christ, that was hot,” he murmurs as I move up the bed and settle in beside him.
“Let me know when you’re ready to fuck me.”
He groans. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
I lean up on my elbow and look at his handsome face, and a replay of the last four months runs through my mind. It all started with a breakup and a phone call, and here we are. “I was just wondering the exact same thing.”
The last four months have been full of ups and downs and even more ups, and I can’t help but wonder what the next four months and the four after that have in store for us.
CHAPTER 34: Miller Banks
Eighteen Months
“Are you nervous?” I ask, mainly because I feel a strange, unfamiliar dart of anxiety, and I can’t help but wonder if it’smyanxiety orhis.
I’m not sure what I have to be anxious about. I’m here with Sophie, we’re about to embark on a cruise for the next week with thirty of our closest family members, and my brother is getting married today.
“Maybe a little. Not for me, but for her. What if she realized she can do better than me and decides not to show up today?” my brother asks, and it’s a rare show of vulnerability from someone who is normally overly confident, bordering on cocky.
But it’s me. I’m the one person aside from his bride who he shows that vulnerable side to.
“You two are perfect together. You know she won’t realize that.” I try to give him the calm reassurance he needs.
“You know, we never did the twin switch thing,” he says.
“Where we swap places on some poor, unsuspecting woman?”
He lifts a shoulder and gives me a wry nod of his head. We thought about it once back in high school, but I was too far gone over Sophie to agree to it.
“We still have time,” I tease. “You’re not married yet.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “Are you saying you want to take a crack at Cass? Because the answer is—”
“Fuck no,” I finish for him, interrupting him. “And I’m not giving you a crack at Soph, either. Though she’d know the difference between the two of us. Wouldn’t Cassie?”
“For sure. Especially the cock. She’d know as soon as she saw how much smaller you are.”